Crooked Letter I (Feat. Street
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Woo, we have returned
Yeah, show you how to flow again (Show you how to flow again)
It's the rap hooligan
Hahaha, yeah, yo, yo
Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (That nigga's crazy)
I runs up on you's in broad days
I'm a loose link, I carries the heaters, always
Small-timers get left for dead in the hallways
That ill breed, move at warp speed, follow my lead
Me and my co-D's about to O.D
Let me proceed, I'm that O.G., you're not in my league
You know my steez
I put the smack down on you killer clown MC's
I rock for all my niggas (I rock for all my niggas)
That's why it hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Statland, Crooked Letter RZA, we back, man
Harder than a dick on Viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a backhand (I slap y'all kids)
As if we in a game of spades and y'all reneged
John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cause some of that is slum
Son, I'm already knowin'
Cut they jeans mad young
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
So every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Method Cat, Streetlife, Killa Bee, right
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
So every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Method Cat, Streetlife, Killa Bee, right
Stingy with my dough, even stingier with doja (Told ya)
You'll never go broke long as I owe ya
Maintain your composure, or party over
For stank bitches who get it twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yeah, and y'all ain't gotta go home
But you gotta get the fuck outta here
Who stay low like Jennifer?
Won't see me a lot, but when you see Vivica, tell her she a fox
We rollin', big truck sittin' on chrome
Twistin' a bone
Talkin' to a bird on the backbone, zonin'
Out the area, roamin'
The closest you could come to my style maybe is clonin'
The omen (I'm warnin' you now) Niggas is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
Tinseltown thugs in the club like chicks posin'
Lamb chop niggas in sheep's and wolf's clothing
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
So every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Method Cat, Streetlife, Killa Bee, right
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
So every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Method Cat, Streetlife, Killa Bee, right
Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
Warn all your dogs (Tell 'em we here)
The Stat' (We don't bust our guns in the air)
'Member that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is clear
(Who you supposed to fear?)
Street, I fears no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
When I start lettin' off (Niggas is jettin' off)
You straight chicken, brought me hoes in your terry cloth
Two-double-O-three, long time no see
Who mind part seas and cause blind to see?
Some think this industry is just all rhymin', G
Then he make it to the door and he can't find the key
Don't know what it be to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be?
I don't know, I be zonin' sometimes, must be the weed
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
So every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Method Cat, Streetlife, Killa Bee, right
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
So every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Method Cat, Streetlife, Killa Bee, right
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
So every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Method Cat, Streetlife, Killa Bee, right
In the Crooked Letter I, it's do or die
So every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Method Cat, Streetlife, Killa Bee, right
In the Crooked Letter I